I carefully threaded a string onto the corner of two small, commercially farmed praying mantis cocoons and hung them in the bamboo...
It was awfully gloomy out...
I left them there, hanging delicately. So vulnerable, I did my best to hide them. I would check on them every day, but after a few weeks, I forgot. I was so sure the rain and gloom of June killed them. Their pupa like state too delicate to withstand the chill...
But then, just a few days ago, I noticed the oddest figure perched gracefully atop my patio table. As if doing Tai Chi, he barely moved, and when he did, he did so slowly.I picked him up with a leaf and placed him on my bell pepper plant.
The next day, I went out to water the garden, and noticed another small mantis struggling in a puddle. I put my finger down next to him, he reached out for me, and hoisted himself onto my finger, stared up at me, swords brandished, and then jumped onto my blueberry bush.
My mother and I noticed one on the zucchini, and we speculated as to whether or not we were just seeing the same one over and over again, but then no! Look! "There's one here, on your blueberry bush!"
Life thrives in my garden.
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